I thought about what the caretaker had said about Matt and Noelle leaving to visit Noah and Laura. Unfortunately, Noah wished not to be disturbed on his honeymoon, and gave me neither an address or phone number, so there was no way I could contact him. The phone rang and I picked it up. ”Hello,“ I said.

”Hello, this is the Nanopolis High School. We have heard that you have had experience in drama and music, and we want to know if you would be interested in directing this year’s summer performance.“

”I don’t know, I haven’t acted in a long time, when would I have to do this.“

”It would be totally up to you. The only thing we do is tell you when the performance is, August 29.“

”I think I can do it, when do I start?“

”Whenever you want!“

”How about tomorrow at one.“

”That’s fine, auditions will start tomorrow. We will contact the actors and inform them. The play has been picked out, you do the auditions.“

”Just one question.“

”Yes?“

”What age people am I dealing with?“

”All ages.“

“Oh, okay. I’ll come down to the school and pick up a copy of the script.”  I said. We both said good bye and hung up. Directing?  This ought to be fun!  I looked at the clock, it was four thirty. I went down to the school, and went inside. Making my way to the office, I found the person I had talked to, and obtained a copy of the script. How quaint, it was The Music Man, a play I had done in High School. I went to my apartment where I reread the script. It was about five.

I took a nap until it was five of, then went to get changed. After that I went to Noah’s new house and knocked on the door. Tricia came to the door. We got in the car and went to McDuncans. We ate and then we went to my apartment. After talking a little while, Tricia departed, and I went to bed. The next morning we played volleyball, as usual, and the day went along fine. One o’clock rolled around and I invited Tricia to come and watch the auditions so I could get a second opinion. She agreed, and we left. When we got there we went to the guy I had talked with on the phone.

“I’m sorry, Adam, but our pianist had a terrible accident and won’t be around for a whole month.”

“Are you going to get another one?”  I inquired.

“Yes, but you see, all the good ones are on vacation.”

“I can play a little.”  Tricia said.

“Could you play for auditions?”  The man asked.

“I’d be happy to do my best,” she responded. He handed her the music, and I took my seat a few rows back. First were the acting auditions. These went through fairly well, and it was quite easy to determine who I wanted for each part. The vocal auditions narrowed down the possibilities, so I was able to pick the parts. After assigning parts, I gave them the time of the next rehearsal and let them leave.